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 Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 4:12 pm
Tiffany at this point would usually step on his foot or hit him for some lewd comment like that. But instead she just sighed weakly.
She swallowed some blood and tried to activate some sort of magical power that allowed her to see through the blindfold.
The sound of the door was merely a distraction.
A finger clicked a trigger, and a sniped guard fell to the floor a great distance away.
Then another.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 4:17 pm
Angel could hear the people dropping to the floor. He squeezed her hand a little, "Tiff...I don't know exactly what's goin on, but be ready to run...hopefull." he struggled to get to free of his bondage, "I hate ropes..."
He had to get out...he had to get Tiffany to safty...he needed to get them out.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 4:18 pm
((Ropes are old news. Nylon cords are hip and new! xD))
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 4:18 pm
((Ok I'm getting kicked off again! g2g brb later in the day))
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 4:21 pm
 Once upon a time....
London sighed while traffic was still heavy on the bridge. The car in front of him moved only one inch with in fifteen minutes. The blond sighed while running his fingers through his hair, "damn it all..." He exhaled smoke from his lungs while the black cigarette hung from his lips.
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 4:23 pm
[[ Nylon cords?Intresting. And, serieney..
Both of her legs are broken. How can she run? ]]
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 4:25 pm
Trist pulled into the parking garage and stopped, picking a handicapped spot for her motorcycle. If it got towed, she'd be pretty PO'ed with... well, anybody that she got to first. But for now, she was in a hurry.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 4:39 pm
Several minutes later, Jasmine terminated her connection with a very infuriated Beans. She took her microwave lasagna out of... the microwave oven, sat down on the exquisitely comfortable and plush sofa, next to a tied, gagged and bound Claire.
"You know," she said, gesturing with her spork, "this is really good. When's the last time you've eaten?"
Only an incredulous stare was replied with.
((In case you can't use context clues, they're in the penthouse of a high-rise, beach-front hotel.))
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 4:49 pm
Once upon a time....
(yeah i got that...so would that be in NYC or NJ? cause Atlantic city has hotels like that)
After a long time the traffic finally dispersed. The Irish blonde sighed while five cigarette butts were in his ash tray. The man sped down the New Jersey turnpike while thinking of the only ritzy place around.
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 4:51 pm
((. . . undefined. Wherever. I've been to both states, but only for a day or two or so. So I wouldn't know.))
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 4:57 pm
Trist, now on the fifth floor, headed down to where that kid had been wheeled in (she said "that kid" although he looked four or five years older than her) and entered the room. The poisoned man was nowhere to be seen, only rumpled bedsheets gave any indication he had been there at all.
And sitting on the table just beside the bed was her driver's license. She picked it up, sliding it into her pocket and turned, catching sight of a blanket covered lump at the end of the bed, which may or may not have been a foot. Detective Eddie Beans.
This was who she meant to see, and hopefully, talk to.
((I'm just going to say ICU is on the fifth floor... Unless someone'd established where it was beforehand, in which case I'll edit.))
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 4:59 pm
Beans was holding a cell phone, staring off into the distance, unseeing of anything whatsoever. He trembled slightly, although that was because of rage, but his thoughts and conscious were elsewhere.
The injured detective didn't notice Trist enter, and was only thinking... about Claire. And what he wanted to do to the person who had taken her.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 5:01 pm
Once upon a time....
((okay..i live in jersey so i know these things))
London sped down the turnpike for only a short moment, until he got onto the Parkway. "Atlantic city..." he spoke, "if it was me doing all of this i would be at the Borgata hotel, casino, and spa." The man spoke while easily popping one hundred miles per hour on that road. it took him only an hour, since he was speeding, to get onto the Atlantic city expressway. After ten minutes went by London drove up to the casino and parked his car in the garage.He un packed his car and headed right into the building.
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 5:08 pm
((Of course, him finding her (when the crime was commited in New York) coming to the correct hotel in New Jersey is completely irrational. xP ))
Jasmine finished her lasagna and licked her lips. "Gotta love Italian food," she told Claire, and headed into the kitchen to get an orange.
~
Alfone and Martyn were driving along, making their way back to the Mafia HQ.
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 5:17 pm
Once upon a time....
((Jasmine could have taken her to NJ so she can get her Gamble on!))
London walked through the hustle and bustle of the tourists and locals as he walked past Murmur and the Mixx Night clubs. He noticed a few people looking at her to which he really didn't care. This is going to be quick....get in get out...get Claire...and. He felt his face to which he was not smooth, Get a shave... He then headed up tot he elevator to the actual hotel part He then got on the elevator and headed to the barber shop. ((expensive barber shop where they shave yah like sweeny todd..with out the death part...))
there lived a witch...
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